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he had been so much revered that after once more the soul was free. When his actual departure he was canon- Death came up with Tu-Phu be found ized. The bonzes decided that he had nothing upon the river-bank save a been a god undergoing a miserable in- small heap of bones enclosed in a skin carnation among us. He became, in which peeled off like paper from the short, what you call in France, sticks of a fan, while far away, symbol.

wrapped in the shroud which had "One night when the huntsmen were served the philosopher cloak, out on the hills and the paw of the cushion, cupboard, plaything, ladder Great Bear pointed to the north star and parasol, sailed the immortal soul the philosopher heard himself called by on its way to the Paradise of Buddha. a hollow voice,-the voice of the One “Now, then,” said M. Ly-Pé, obserp. who speaks but once.

ing us attentively, “does it seem to “There stood the Shadow on the op- you that a people who can imagine posite bank of a stream. It was late such legends as this is likely strongly autumn, the gardens were all deflow- to object to quitting the present life? ered and the wild swans wailed over At a time when Europe is beginning to the gray water, as they parted the long fear death excessively, as putting a green rushes. Tu-Phu felt that he was stop to its pleasures, the Oriental revery old, but he pulled himself up once gards it with unaffected unconcern, bemore and uttered a brave defiance: cause he sees God beyond it. Let us

'Oh, Death,' he cried, 'silly old wait the event." scare-crow that you are. I have out- That was all! witted you! I have lived my life in I do not think I have done the story spite of you and I do not fear you justice. It needs for a fitting framenow. Begone! I surrender only to work that breezy nook in the great Es. my Creator!

position, our three chairs in front of "So saying, the philosopher gathered the little kiosk hung with lanterns, the up the four corners of his shroud, in- small hands that poured our fragrant flated his lungs, and violently expelled wine and M. Ly-Pé in his overcoat into the bag thus formed his mighty and ill-fitting hat, rehearsing the hisgenius and his tranquil wisdom. It tory of Tu-Phu with hands clasped was a supreme effort.

softly about his umbrella. "The bag slipped into the stream, and

George d'Esparliés. les Aunales.


A cripple on the wayside grass,

I watch the people come and go;
To many a fair abode they pass,

Ladies and knights, a goodly show.
But though my lips prefer no sound,

No less from all men I inquire:
"Oh, say, I pray you, have you found

The country of your heart's desirep"

Some pass with pity for my lot,

Some pass, nor heed, and others tling
A glance of scorn that wounds me not,

Who in my heart am murmuring:
“Ah, could you buy, or could I sell,

How gold and gem, and hall and squire,
You'd gladly give, like me to dwell

In the country of the heart's desire

You travellers in lands afar,

With that world-hunger in your eyes,
On every sea your galleys are,

Your glances dare the darkest skies;
Yet for some land unseen, unguessed,

Your eager spirits faint and tire;
I know the country of your quest-

The country of the heart's desire.

A sudden terror veils you round,

You lovers, even as you greet;
So close, so dear, your lives are bound,

Your spirits have no room to meet.
Have peace! There is a deeper faith,

And there is a diviner fire,
A love more strong than time or death,

In the country of the heart's desire.

And friends pass by with loyal mien,

They are together-lonely yet!
A subtle barrier between,

A longing, and a dim regret.
But they are wholly satisfied,

And they have done with doubt and ire,
With grief and parting, who abide

In the country of the heart's desire.

My country is a dream, you say?

Nay, yours are dreams, and they shall cease,
And yours are visions, day by day

Wherein you strive to find your peace!
But fair, and fadeless, and supreme,

The home to which all souls aspire,
The only land that is no dream-
The country of the heart's desire.

May Kendall. Longman's Magazine.


Most of us are probably aware- he is writer or orator, makes arguwhether we have commented on the ment the most exhilarating and de fact or no-of a tendency in ourselves lightful exercise in the world. This or in some or many of our friends, to occurs on those choice, those supreme express our own thoughts in what is occasions, when he is able to quote avowedly the phraseology of others. the ipsissima verba of bis antagonist, A classical example of this tendency with the result of making his antagonis to be found in the immortal Sam ist contradict his own assertions, and Weller, especially in his reference, as thus placing him absurdedly and hopea witness, to what "the soldier said lessly in the wrong. The pleasure when they ordered him three hundred thus produced, indeed, is far from lashes." But it is, we need hardly being as selfish as it may seem. It is say, not confined to conversation. We not confined to the victorious controfind it with equal frequency in certain versialist himself; but it is sharedkinds of literature. The most remark- as the experience of the House of able literary example of it is Burton's Commons shows us—by every member “Anatomy of Melancholy," which

of the party to which he belongs, and from beginning to end is a mosaic of not infrequently by many belonging recondite and whimsical quotations to the party that is opposed to him: set, like tesseræ, in the cement of the so true is the saying of the great Duc writer's own caustic prose. It would, de la Rochefoucauld, that there is alno doubt, have considerably aston- ways something which does not disished Mr. Weller, had he been told please us in the misfortunes of our that his own easy conversational friends. But beyond the pleasures method resembled the literary method referred to, and beyond these obvious of one of the most learned of English uses, the habit of quotation has someauthors; but such is nevertheless the thing to recommend it which is yet case. In the cockney repartees of the more generally recognized, though it one, and in the scholarly pages of the is not generally understood. When other, the magic of quotation plays people praise an author as being a precisely the same part, and communi- master of “apt quotation," they do cates to each a certain peculiar charm.

that is

of In what, then, does the charm such wide and well-digested knowlwhich quotation gives, reside? The edge that he

always, when uses of quotation are, in many cases, occasion requires, fortify his of course, obvious. In controversial opinions by citing the authority works it is essential; sometimes in of other experts in favor of order to support the views of the writ- them: nor do they mean that he is er himself; sometimes in order to constantly providing others with the convey to his readers a precise idea of pleasure of seeing those who disagree the views which he is engaged in re- with him refuted out of their own futing. It has sometimes in contro- mouths. The pleasure of the apt quoversy another function also, in which tation is of quite a different character. the useful is united with the pleasur- In regard to books. The three ex. able, and which, from the point of planations of it which lie nearest to view of the controversialist, whether the surface, are as follows: In the







first place the apt quotation some- subject as to which our guide interrotimes gives us & pleasure which is gates them, but give us their own analogous to the pleasure of wit. It opinions about them, instead of merely exbibits to us the words of some well- illustrating his. known writer adroitly taken from his But let us turn from quotation, as hands, as though it was a tool or we are most familiar with it in books, weapon, and applied to some purpose to quotation as we are most familiar surprisingly different from his own, with it in our friend's conversation or and yet applied to it with equal, or in our own. Most families have a perhaps even more success. A feat of store of traditional sayings which are this kind gives us an agreeable shock entirely cryptic to the profane world by its unexpectedness; it excites our at large, but which members of the admiration by its skill; and often ex- family constantly employ, in prefercites us to laughter by its combination ence to the language which they would of fitness with incongruity. Another naturally use themselves. The family kind of pleasure which an apt quota- is blessed with recollections of a chol. tion gives us, is one derived from the eric uncle, by whom any man obnoxious fact that the quoted passage takes up to him was called "a d-d unpleasant ideas which the writer quoting it bas fellow;" and his nephews and nieces, expressed in one way, and in when expressing their own antipathies mood, and exhibits them to us as seen not only to their male, but also their through the medium of another mind female acquaintances habitually hide illumined by other ideas, and per- them under this privately historical fumed with other associations. An formula. An ancient Scotch greatidea, for example, which has just grandmother talked about "changing been expressed in prose, is often our feet,” when she meant changing greatly enriched by being expressed our shoes. Her descendants do the over again in some other writer's same, not because it is their natural verse, or in the prose of some other idiom, but because it is not-because writer belonging to a different age. A while expressing their meaning it at third kind of pleasure which we de- the same time disguises it. In addition rive from apt quotation is as follows- to family sayings, there are others of only in this case the quotations must a semi-public character-sayings utbe not apt only but abundant. It tered by, or attributed to, certain wellconsists not in the sense that the ideas known members of society. A lady, of any given author are amplified and once well-known in the fashionable elucidated by means of the words of world of London, was celebrated for others; but in the sense that we are her candor in saying boldly what other being brought into contact with, and people only think. She was accustomed, surrounded by, many minds whose in the matter of entertaining, only to ideas as to the same subjects are dif- ask those to dine with her, who had ferent. For example, the moment we asked her to dine with them, or who dip into Burton's "Anatomy of Melan- might be reasonably expected to do 80; choly,” we feel not so much as if we and she summed up her principle in were reading the work of one writer- the phrase "cutlet for cutlet." She namely Burton; but as if Burton were had also, from long experience, learnt leading us, as Dante led Virgil, into the important truth that a pleasant a shadowy world peopled with all ball can be given in spacious rooms the poets and philosophers of the past, only; that rooms are also essential in who speak to us, indeed, only on the which dowagers can rest at ease; and


a large enough number of supper- was not made for it? The reason is tables to allow of their sitting before a not, in all cases, the same. Sometimes quail for three-quarters of an hour at we express

thoughts in the least, without feeling that they are exe- phraseology of other people, because crated by others wanting their places. there is something in them of which, This wisdom the lady in question though we desire to express it, we are summed up in the pithy statement, “I at the same time half ashamed; as never go to a ball in a two-roomed when, for example we use the phrase house." Both these sayings have since "cutlet for cutlet,” and declare that become proverbial; and are used by we never will go to a ball in a twopeople in the happy consciousness that roomed house. We know that the they are quotations, who would never sentiment is wise; yet we do not wholly think of uttering them as original obser- approve of it; and we are consequently vations of their own. There is yet an- anxious to throw the responsibility of other kind of quotation, which in con- it on another person, and to suggest versation is more frequent still. This that we are ideally superior to it, is quotation by persons of a superior though at the same time it guides our class, of phrases current in a class that actions. In other cases we make use of is greatly or even slightly inferior. quotation because we are the victims Thus some people after dinner, if they of a certain kind of shyness, and dewant another glass of sherry, are im- sire, whilst avowing our opinions, to pelled by some subtle influence to ask do so in a form that will enable us to for some “sherry wine." Others, if disavow any part of them that will not they want to say that a watering-place commend itself to our audience. Quohas become fashionable, will say that tation, in fact, in conversation, when it it has become "what the newspapers is not a species of wit, a species of ilwould call aristocratic;" whilst if one lustration, or a species of social satire, lady wishes to insinuate that the dear- is a species of diffidence; it is an est of her friends is dowdy, she will armor in which diffidence hides itself. say that "she is not exactly what the Diffidence in itself is a hindrance to maids call stylish." Again there is the agreeable and polite intercourse. The word "genteel," the serious use of conventional habit of quotation therewhich has long become a vulgarism; fore may be welcomed on two grounds but which as a quotation from the vul. —firstly because it vindicates the nogar has recovered something of its lost bility of human nature by showing station, and made its appearance again that we are ashamed of many of the in the language of polite society, with sentiments that

express; and its meaning changed only by carrying secondly because it invests many sentiwith it a flavor of irony.

ments which we shrink from uttering Now what is the significance of quo- with a semblance or a reality of wit, tation, as employed thus in our daily which excuses us for having uttered intercourse? W

do we

onstantly them, and enables our friends to apseek to clothe our meaning in a gar plaud what they otherwise would have ment of expression which admittedly been constrained to condemn. The Saturday Review.


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